Chi-town, pimp her Break a bitch and lie down in her Make a little church girl a sinner, don't worry I'm finna' Put her in a skirt and send her to work Big
cross the wrong brothers and end up dead You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin' This little town
See, I was cool I knew all the shit Big bank on my finger tips But I never had a big bank, not back then I kicked back and watched all my friends Make big
So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style? So what are you saying Todd? To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit Here's another rap
is, don?t fuck with me My game is tight, my bank is made You can hate big Short, but I still get paid You say, I can?t, I say you can Show respect, little
thunder when I cock the cannon Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed Get brained in the four dot six range Shit main, switch lanes Every town I hit
the chains I'm gritty little something here puttin' down pain Since I was six, runnin' with the pound It's been goin' down, I'm city to city, town to town
my horse to town today and a gas pump we did pass I pulled him up and I hollered whoa and said, fill him up with gas The man picked up a monkey wrench and wham he changed
don't go all the way, I know that you'll go far This race is for rats, it can turn you upside down Ain't no one you can count on in this sleazy little town
was real sweet But she was gangsta in other words thugged-out But she was trafficing and manufacturin' drugs out She was a little older she was a little
the same note, I can't change 'em Let a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm gonna flame 'em That's word to my son little Jay, my little homey Ask niggaz how
And oh, my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out Somebody get him, the little *** outta control Put a little
Chill Twan, damn, man That nigga Big got somethin' to say? Yo Big, what 'chu got to say Big? Yeah, yeah, special shout out to my man MC Homicide and
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed Get brained in the four dot six Range, shit main, switch lanes Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big
rings up in Hollywood But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood I never change, might be a little busy though A little nigga from a big ass city yo
it might get a little crazy but nobody call the cops We got it under control We're on a gangsta stroll Watchin' out for the pigs on patrol Cuz my homboys on parole My little
Flowin' through your veins like medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody
dude while he's slurping spaghetti Everybody kiss the fucking floor, Joey Crack, buck em all If they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little